Steamboat

On a steamboat from New Orleans In a dream I had last night Pretty Girl stands by the railing Didn't catch her name at the time To Saint Louis we are going On a map her fingers trace the line But she's a real slippery character Disappears into the light It's a long way up Past Vicksburg in the night It's a long way up And you're not in your right mind Try to find her in the ballroom Crowd of faces pass me by See the Captain drinking plum wine See the bar-man pour him another Grabs my arm and pulls me over Says, "Hey son, ain't this the life?" It's a long way up Past Vicksburg in the night It's a long way up And I'm not in my right mind